05-21-2009, 02:55 PM
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.......  Beast's Grin Peninsula........Today, Hemming ventured out to the west. It was quicker to the sea this way, and the male had reached the shore before the sun was finished rising. The tide was out, and he made his way over the gritty sand to a ridge of rocks, choosing his footing carefully to avoid stepping on the creatures that scuttled in the shallow pools of water. Hermit crabs seemed to be the most abundant, and as he sat down on the small peninsula he watched two of them do battle for a particularly nice shell. They tugged back and forth, both wearing their own shells that were obviously outgrown, and the wolf found himself cheering for the bigger guy; he needed a new home more. The battle was a stalemate, and the two crabs scuttled off into a maze of stones and sand. .......The beach floor was bursting with life and little dramas, and the boy continued to observe with interest. The shells the crabs wore looked similar to those worn by snails, something quite interesting indeed. Leaning down across his knees, he reached to pick up a small shell. He held it up to his eyes and peered inside - nobody home - before turning it around in his fingers, studying the sworl of pink around its cream-coloured top and the strange way in which it was chipped at the bottom. The salty wind ruffled his fur gently, and seagulls started squawking. He turned around to see what all the commotion was about, and only then did he recognize the immense beauty in the scene. These lands was glorious. |